Longest Day

Longest day, record high, A midpoint that feels like the start of something new A man, he waits, no shade in sight On a Rutherford bench of chipped and fading blue When September comes, I'll fly out fast and straight With a fat stack of cash and all my new-found strength Longest day, I'm still high Think I'll quit the drink and flip to full-time bud But when the autumn sky opens wide It'll be tough to say no to a covered liquid lunch Turkey vultures circling low O'er a pile of spent tax dollars in a hole A little reflection could distill you down to a better light Like how the sun just makes you tired But the moon will let you run all night When September comes, I'll carve out a piece of myself Bury it, or crush it with a hammer, I can't tell When September comes, I'll be leaving I'll temper expectations when I'm gone Til then I can't help but dreaming It's nine o'clock and I've still got the sun There's a rock on a too-steep west-facing hill It's flat as a bench And it's there when I have time to kill